The mat waits. And waits. And can wait some more.
The mat sits.
Silently.
Unconditionally welcoming; at any moment of any day, accepting me- the mat calls
Inviting me over, fully prepared to meet me at my level.
No expectations.
No threats.
No sapping of energy.
Only love.
Only holding space.
Only cradling me, anytime I’m ready.
When-O-When will I be ready? Not for a visit, but to rekindle our relationship?
Holding accountability with a morning commitment to wake up. An intention to move about.
An energy upheaval to help rewrite the script as we close out 2018. A nighttime promise to restore.
TODAY?
Collecting dust… the mat calls.
The risk of not returning?
Life and Death.
It is time. Breathing and coming back to center, I return to the mat.
Whispered messages.
In the stillness, I can hear again.
Quietly centered, fiercely gentle, presently silent.
I am home again.